regret

I didn't want to laugh,
Honest.
When he said that
You were

So fat

That
When you
Lay down on

The beach

Greenpeace tries to
Push you
Back into

The ocean.

I would be lying
If I said;

I didn't see what was
In your eyes,
The moisture strained there,
Threatening Noah to

Build his ark.

I saw through your
Quivering grin.

But

Beneath my surface

All thought pulled taut.
Bubble, bubble
All toil and trouble,

My paradise forever lost,

I laughed.